Everyone Saw Things Differently

Although Dago was still dragging down the overall swordsmanship level of the training ground, he seemed to have gained some foundation in swordsmanship. At the very least, he carried the presence of someone who had trained for over ten days!

What they did not know was that progress value +1 kept flashing before Dago's eyes, driving him to swing his sword without pause.

However, the advanced trainee still believed that Dago was not here to train. If he kept burning through his stamina like this, Dago would surely be exhausted like a dog in another half hour.

I know, he must be here to sculpt an eight-pack! I've heard of this!

The advanced trainee immediately felt that he understood Dago's purpose. He stood to the side and watched, ready to laugh at this fellow who was insulting swordsmanship.

Although he lacked wizard talent, as a swordsmanship apprentice who had trained for years, he possessed a pride that was his alone.

Yet even during a single training session, he could only swing his sword a thousand times, and that took an hour.

For a swordsmanship novice like Dago, lasting more than ten minutes without resting was already impressive.

He silently counted Dago's swings, waiting for the moment he ran out of strength.

Time passed second by second.

"How many minutes has it been?"

"Ninety-nine minutes. Has anyone counted how many times he's swung his sword?"

"I started counting from the beginning. When I got past nineteen hundred, I happened to see his sword cut into the Rune Training Dummy's second protective layer. I froze for a moment and lost count."

"Doesn't that mean he's nearly reached the Rune Training Dummy's ultimate third protective layer? An ordinary Third-Level Apprentice Wizard could be cut to death at that level."

"Yeah, at that level,